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Boom goes the dynamite.

It's a good early morning to be up.

i have a character in my imagination that is a psychotically strict king in elizabethan times.
i imagine extreme scenarios to attribute to him.
i am writing unconnected ideas about how i imagine his psychosis of strictness to be,

a person comes to a community meeting where the king is in attendance, and the king is prone to mediocre poetic utterances as well as being affronted by the smallest infraction that comes to his mind.
he says to a person in the crowd:

thou shalt groom thy nostril hairs
else thou shalt re-recite thy prayers
for those who unto me present
an unkempt front will soon resent
that i will re-alize their cares
and i will quash their predicament.

seize him!

I'm ready to work in the rain, today. I'm all revved up and rearing to go.

I can become the next Mozart easily; it's a simple matter of changing my name.

I shall be staying in my newwwww caravan tomorrow.
And I can go to buxton to look through all the charity shops!! ! Charity shops charity shopsssss

Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland comes out on DVD this Tuesday. I simply can't wait! I was originally going to buy it for my iPod, but my parents want to see it too, so I decided to get the DVD version instead. Sharing is caring, and I love sharing my interests with people.

I am free! I've gotten rid of my worst enemy. I have my appetite back.

Here we come a-wassailing
Among the leaves so green,
Here we come a-wand'ring
So fair to be seen.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail, too,
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year,
And God send you a Happy New Year.

We are not daily beggers
That beg from door to door,
But we are neighbors' children
Whom you have seen before
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail, too,
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year,
And God send you a Happy New Year.

Good master and good mistress,
As you sit beside the fire,
Pray think of us poor children
Who wander in the mire.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail, too,
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year,
And God send you a Happy New Year

We have a little purse
Made of ratching leather skin;
We want some of your small change
To line it well within.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail, too,
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year,
And God send you a Happy New Year.

Bring us out a table
And spread it with a cloth;
Bring us out a cheese,
And of your Christmas loaf.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail, too,
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year,
And God send you a Happy New Year.

God bless the master of this house,
Likewise the mistress too;
And all the little children
That round the table go.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail, too,
And God bless you, and send you
A Happy New Year,
And God send you a Happy New Year.

Currently caught in my head.

Wear a smile...it fits right!

I really should get back to sleep. Listening to The Beatles, until my alarm goes of, will get me nowhere. I feel a sense of freedom from the bondage that was placed upon me, by a superficial girl, but I have 14 hours out of each day, to catch up on The Beatles, little by little. We don't need a repeat of what happened, when I've rediscovered The Kinks and listened to them, 22 hours a day, back in September, Eh, mates!

My mother thinks I should get interested in politics because I now have Australian citizenship and thus have to vote next year. I'm thinking I'm just going to go with whoever has the most entertaining pack of lies. That, or vote for my dog.

My alarm has gone off, 50 minutes ago, and I'm up and listening to The Beatles, again.

Happy Leif Erikson Day!

Must. Win. Tug. Of. War. Go. America.

i was playing my synthesizer and i was compiling the melody into a crescendo, and that crescendo was to be followed by a short recapitulation.
however the very last note that i was to arrive at in the crescendo was a newly dead key (it became defunct shortly before i tried to play it).
it felt like i was running down a flight of stairs and i was going so fast that i relied on my rhythmic gait rather than on my sight of motor coordination, and the stair at the bottom of the flight was missing, and i fell through to an abyss of cacophony. i still am in shock that i did not land on that note that was missing.
i was not injured, but it was an unsettling experience.

also it means i will have to pay $800 or more for a new keyboard tomorrow!!